Chapter 10

Before leaving, AnXia was still sound asleep.

An Jing Tian was still not awake in the room, though he looked much better.

Barring any mishap, he will wake up soon.

He moved several zombie corpses to cover the lingering human scent at the doorway, then used miscellaneous items to completely block the entrance.

Only then did Lin An relax.

But there seems to be a survivor next door.

While Lin An was moving things, his keen hearing picked up a sound coming from the opposite resident's room.

That person cautiously observed him through the peephole, thinking Lin An hadn't noticed.

Lin An didn't pay it any mind.

After confirming someone was watching him, he casually picked up a zombie skull and, in front of that person, crushed it with one hand.

As easy as squeezing a water balloon.

The hard skull shattered into fragments that scattered everywhere.

Ah!

A scream came from next door, obviously frightened by Lin An's horrifying act.

Immediately after, the sound of the door being bolted from inside came from next door.

Lin An smiled faintly; the effect seemed good.

Naked force intimidation.

Although the repaired iron door is enough to block ordinary zombies.

But it cannot stop people.

After the apocalypse breaks out, human hearts are unpredictable.

In his past life, Lin An had seen too much ugliness.

People, in order to survive by fighting for food, kill each other, even eat their own children, and spouses betray each other.

As long as he can ensure AnXia and An Jing Tian's safety, he doesn't mind his hands being stained with blood.

He even considered whether to kill all the residents of the entire building.

If it weren't for not being sure whether there are any residents in this building known to the siblings.

At this point, only two people would be alive in this building.

However, as long as one doesn't have extraordinarily bad luck encountering mutants, or malicious intent from humans.

Compared to these dangers.

Lin An actually isn't worried that ordinary zombies will threaten the siblings hiding in the room.

The food and water supplies in the room are ample, enough to last a month.

As long as the two stay inside and don't go out, this group of zombies relying only on their teeth cannot possibly chew through the reinforced iron door.

Even if he meets with an accident, the two can still hold out for a while.

The supplies stockpiled in the room are all things Lin An had instructed An Jing Tian to buy in advance before the apocalypse broke out.

They are complete in variety, all being military rations.

Thinking of this, Lin An recalled the batch of supplies he had purchased in advance.

That was over two million in cash, a full set of supplies enough for three people to survive five years.

Weapons, equipment, medicine—everything you could need.

Just don't know whether, after he fell into a coma, the delivered logistics were sent to his designated location.

If those supplies are still there, he could easily rely on them to raise a team early on and establish a safe zone.

In the Doomsday Game, relying solely on oneself makes survival very difficult.

Only by building one's own power can one have a foothold in this apocalypse.

Lin An let out a light sigh.

Three days of unconsciousness really disrupted many of his plans.

Moreover, many rare props and equipment from his memory have not been obtained.

However, going to get them now is not too late.

He Yuan Residential Area main gate.

Last night, Lin An had already figured out the next plan of action.

For the first six days, search for special supplies and equipment from his past life memories, kill a mutant to first raise his level, then talk.

If his strength is insufficient, no matter how anxious he is, it's useless.

The following three days are reserved for killing the 【Suturer】.

So...

The first target, Star Arts Flower Shop!

In his memory, this flower shop located on the city's outskirts once had an extremely rare 'Spiritual Energy Plant.'

'Spiritual Energy Plant' is similar to a buff item in the game.

It usually exists in the form of plants, fruits, food, etc., though plant form is more common.

After players, or even zombies, obtain it, they can directly consume it and then gain permanent attribute bonuses.

For Doomsday players who can only rely on leveling up, gaining +1 attribute per level.

The effect of 'Spiritual Energy Food' can be called aberrant.

Each point of attribute increase results in an extremely exaggerated boost in strength.

In his past life, most of the fortunate ones who obtained this fruit became dominant powerhouses in their regions.

However, such special products usually only exist for a period of time before the apocalypse breaks out.

They gradually disappear one month after the apocalypse breaks out.

As an ordinary person, Lin An could know this information; it can be said that it's entirely thanks to the "chat channel" opened by the Doomsday Game half a year later.

Unlike the chat channels in ordinary games, anyone can speak freely.

The chat channel within the Doomsday Game consumes a large amount of energy and stamina.

In other words, it consumes precious food.

Therefore, most ordinary people like him, for whom making ends meet was a problem in their past life, could only silently watch as powerful Awakened Ones occasionally shared information, even chatted!

In Lin An's memory, after one year of the apocalypse outbreak, such messages were no longer seen from the "public channel".

Therefore, if one does not seize the opportunity now to obtain some spiritual food, trying to find it later would be nearly impossible.

"Judgment Eye!"

To observe the surroundings.

Lin An activated Judgment Eye again, and a golden flash flickered in his pupils.

His already excellent vision improved again, and information along the road surged in like a data stream.

After confirming there was no danger.

Lin An then closed Judgment Eye.

Although Judgment Eye consumes only a small amount of mental power, continuous consumption accumulates into a burden.

There were no special mutants nearby.

Zombie count: 678.

Survivors: 122 people.

Originally a community of a thousand people, now only about one-tenth remain alive.

The cruelty of the apocalypse can be seen in a glimpse.

First, need to find a motorcycle.

After Lin An surveyed the route, he made up his mind.

The journey into the city is far, although the zombie numbers are not as terrifying as in the city center.

But they are not much fewer.

Just dealing with the zombies along the way.

Without a vehicle for transport, it would really waste too much time.

Currently, heavy trucks are not easy to find in the old urban area.

Ordinary sedans will malfunction after hitting just a few zombies.

By comparison, a nimble motorcycle is a good choice.

Later, if conditions allow, finding an armored vehicle to convert into a mobile fortress would be even better.

After a night, many zombies have gathered again at the community entrance.

The ground was stained dark red with scattered entrails mixed with blood.

Zombies that spare no flesh devour the corpses clean, leaving only a ground of stark white skeletons.

It looks like many people tried to escape last night, or perhaps wanted to get in.

Hundreds of zombies wandered aimlessly, occasionally raising their heads to emit piercing howls.

Lin An seized the opportunity, his figure flashing out instantly.

His target was a place not far off where a small group of zombies had gathered.

There lay a black motorcycle overturned on the ground, its key inserted, ready to be started at any moment.

Beside the vehicle lay a skeleton, picked clean.

It appears to be the owner of this motorcycle.

Lin An exerted force with his right foot, the old ground cracked, and he instantly sprinted to the front of the zombie horde.

Downward Slash!

A Nepalese curved blade half an arm's length long cleaved the air, emitting a piercing whistle.

The curved blade came from An Jing Tian's collection.

An Jing Tian, also a retired soldier, usually had a hobby of collecting weapons.

Although the spine of the licker far surpasses alloy weapons in quality, it is unwieldy without processing.

The blade's light was icy; with one strike, Lin An cleaved the two nearest zombies.

Like a laser cut, the wounds were smooth.

The severed bodies split in half and slowly slid down.

"Howl!"

The zombie horde smelled the scent of the living and instantly went berserk.

The rotting flesh-covered arms madly reached out to grab Lin An.

Sideward reverse kick!

Lin An's body swiftly changed direction.

Using speed beyond human limits, he swiftly twisted his torso, exerting force from his waist.

"Bang!"

The howling zombie lunging forward was directly kicked, its upper body broken; the stark white spinal bones, broken but still connected, stubbornly hung beneath his foot.

Ring Slash!

Power Burst!

Hum—

When Awakened Ones activate power, the unique energy undulation emanates; like water, the golden hue sinks into the body.

Lin An's expression cold, single hand holding the knife, he swiftly spun a full circle.

The sharp blade, bolstered by immense strength, easily cut through the zombie's neck.

Sssh—

Flesh and blood were sliced by the blade.

The heads of seven zombies were all severed.

With one stroke, Lin An cleanly and swiftly killed the remaining seven zombies.

Holy crap!

At the window on the third floor nearby, a man in his twenties with a stubbled beard widened his eyes and couldn't help but exclaim.

His face full of shock.

As if a scene from a movie, it appeared in reality, making him truly find it hard to believe.

Just who is this person?

A sword technique flowing like clouds and water, a freak with formidable physical prowess.

Could he be a legendary hermit master? Or an ancient martial artist from novels?

The man widened his eyes, his eyes bloodshot.

The day the Apocalypse broke out happened to be a weekend; he lived alone in an apartment, resting, and thus fortunately survived.

But the zombies outside blocked him in his room, leaving him unable to move an inch.

There was little food in the room; he, living alone, was already used to ordering takeout when hungry.

Even the last bucket of instant noodles in his home was eaten clean by him.

He, who often watched Apocalypse movies, quickly realized that if this continued, he would likely face starvation.

He had not lacked attempts to go out.

But upon seeing the sturdy man who had ridden his motorcycle back home last night, unable to last even three seconds amid the zombie siege, he gave up that idea.

Thus, having spent a sleepless night, he was just about to check the outside situation when he witnessed Lin An's slaughter of zombies.

After witnessing Lin An's outrageous strength,

He quickly realized that perhaps Lin An could lend him a hand.

The man's heart excited, he hurriedly wanted to open the window to speak out.

But he forgot that, frightened the previous night, he had already locked the window tightly.

Anxious and flustered.

By the time he finally managed to open the window and poke his head out, Lin An had already mounted his motorcycle and sped away.

Not caring whether Lin An could hear, the man shouted loudly, trying to leave a trace of impression on Lin An.

What if this formidable man would return?

Big brother! My name is Liu Shiming!

I live in Building 3, Unit 2, Room 302!